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Request from anon for an Opie x Reader, where the two keep their relationship a secret due to the reader being Jax’s little sister.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

You jump as you feel a pair of hands on your waist, ripping your earphones out and looking behind you. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry.” Opie grins, pulling you back into his chest and wrapping his arms around your tummy. “I’ve hardly seen you today.”

“I know, babe, but my mom is already suspicious. We’ve gotta be careful.” you reason, relaxing back into Opie’s chest and breathing in his calming scent.

He hums in response, his head nuzzling into your neck before his lips start pressing kisses to your skin, your eyes closing as you place your hands over his. “Ope…”

“Jax is fixing up some car, the others are out.“ he mumurs between kisses, your body slowly but surely melting under his desires. “We’ve got time.”

A bang in the distance makes you jump, Opie pulling away from you as you go back to sorting through the box of family photos, your heart beating a thousand times a minute.

When you’re both convinced the coast is clear, you huff, turning around to face your secret lover. “I’m sick of sneaking around, Ope. I don’t wanna be like this anymore.”

“What, you think I do?” he asks defensively, before letting out a heavy sigh. “You’re the one who wanted to keep us a secret.”

“Yes, because I don’t fancy seeing my boyfriend and my brother at each others throats.” you snap, regretting it instantly, though you do nothing to apologise. Closing your eyes, you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated at the whole situation.

“I gotta go.” Opie says, turning away from you and heading out the room. You shake your head at his retreating figure, grabbing your stack of photos before exiting the room, heading towards the main area of the clubhouse.

Pausing your music, you grab a couple ice cold beers from behind the bar, heading out to TM. Just as you reach the garage, bikes fill your ears, the missing members flooding into the lot.

“Need any help?” you ask once you reach Jax, him straightening up from under the cars bonnet, smiling at you in thanks as you hand him a beer.

“Nah thanks, sis, I’m almost done.” he replies, cracking open the top of the bottle and taking a long gulp. “Is Ope alright? He just took off, seems kinda pissed.”

“I’m not sure.” you lie, taking a drink of your beer. Jax nods in acceptance, Chibs, Clay and Bobby saving you from the conversation.

“Doesn’t look too good with the Irish, we need to be on high alert.“ Clay warns, Jax throwing the rag he was holding on the floor. “Get everyone here, lock down.”

Your mind goes straight to Opie, and even though you know he can take care of himself, you know you won’t stop worrying until he’s back. “I’ll go get supplies. Food, drinks, extra pillows. Any requests?”

“Can you get us some cigs please, lass? You know the ones.” You nod in response, checking your pockets for your car keys and cash before practically speeding off.

“Take one of the prospects with you!” your stepdad shouts, you waving him off in response, insisting you’ll be fine.

As you’re moving around the store, throwing pretty much everything in your cart, you ring Opie for what feels like the fiftieth time, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally answers. “Do you ever stop calling?”

“Do you ever stop ignoring my calls?” you sass back, grabbing a huge pack of toilet paper and placing it in your cart. “Irish aren’t happy, we’re on lock down.”

“Shit.” he says, realisation in his voice. “No wonder Jax has been calling me.”

“Yep.” you deadpan, walking down the aisle full of candy, knowing your nephew is going to be bouncing off the walls from all the sugar. “That’s what happens when you act all grouchy, you miss information.”

“I’m not grouchy.” he defends, though you can tell he’s smiling through the phone. That’s one of the things you love about the two of you, how easy it is to forgive and forget. “Where are you?”

“I’m just at the store near Floyd’s, needed an excuse to get away so I could dial you a million times without being questioned.” you reply, already feeling a lecture coming on from your protective ass boyfriend.

“Please don’t tell me you’re alone.” he says, you staying silent. He curses under his breath, keys jangling in the background. “Stay there, I’ll be there in five.”

“Yes sir.” you tease, seduction in your tone, before ending the call. You smile to yourself as you move from aisle to aisle, content with the knowledge that you and Opie are on good terms again, no matter the circumstances.

As you reach the back of the store, the varieties of ice cream making your mouth water, a chill creeps up your spine. You look over your shoulder, the feeling that someone is watching you too strong for you to be mistaken.

You grab your cart, deciding to get the fuck out of there. Of course, your instinct is right, a hand covering your mouth and yanking you backwards so hard you almost lose your stepping.

Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest as you struggle, your screams silenced against the man’s hand. He pinches your nose, cutting off your only air supply as you frantically scan the store, praying that someone, anyone, will walk up the aisle and save you.

You look down, seeking an opportunity as you stamp on the persons foot as hard as you can, glad you’re wearing boots as the man temporarily moves back from you. You have no time to recover as you abandon your items, sprinting towards the exit.

Just as you reach the outside you feel a hand latch onto your hair, a sound of agony leaving your lips as tears fill your eyes, panic and pain flooding through you. He yanks your head back, delivering a harsh blow to your face, your cheek throbbing.

“Fucking bitch.“ the man spits, his Irish accent helping you understand his motive. You try to free yourself, but his grip is too tight, your limbs too weak to fight back.

”(Y/N)!“ You almost cry in relief at the sound of Jax, you twisting to see your brother and Opie running towards you. You’re shoved to the ground, your knees scraping the concrete, a hiss leaving your lips.

Jax rushes to your side as Opie moves to the man, and you’re thankful the lot is empty as the two men start fighting, Jax raising you gently to your feet. “Are you okay?”

You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body shakes with adrenaline. Looking behind Jax, you notice the Irish man is behind held up against the wall, Opie delivering blow after blow.

“Opie! Ope!” Jax shouts, finally forcing his way between the two men. The Irish man slumps to the floor, unconscious, as Jax pushes against Opie’s chest, the taller man deliberating on what to do before he steps back. “I’ll go see if any of this shit has been caught on tape. Take my sister to TM.”

Jax jogs away, Opie’s gaze finally settling on you as he takes you in. “Jesus Christ.”

He’s next to you in a flash, slipping off his kutte and helping you put your arms through the sleeves, warmth and his scent covering you. Your body feels exhausted, drained even, but you resist Opie’s requests to pick you up, knowing you need to keep your strength up.

He’s as delicate as anything as he places his helmet over your head, snapping it shut and making sure not to trap any of your hair as he does so. Once he’s mounted his bike, you settle behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.

Your body is heavy with fatigue as you struggle to stay awake, Opie’s natural warmth making you feel all the more relaxed.

You’re free for no more than ten seconds before you’re bombarded with questions, Opie’s bust lip being ignored once your dark purple cheekbone comes into view, Clay practically frothing with anger as your mom soothes you.

“I fucking told you to get one of the prospects!” Clay shouts, your eyes filling up again as Gemma tries to calm him down. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”

“Back off!” Opie booms as he stands in front of you, your fingers gripping the back of his tshirt, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep in his arms.

“Or what?” Clay responds, his voice eerily calm. “She’s my daughter, I’ll talk to her however the fuck I want!”

“Yeah? Well she’s my girl, so treat her with some fucking respect!” Opie roars, your grip tightening on his shirt as everyone falls silent. You step from behind your boyfriend just in time to see Clay lunge for Opie, Bobby and Chibs somehow keeping the two apart as they try to reach one another.

“Stop it!” you scream, everybody pausing to look at you. “Don’t you think I’ve been through enough tonight?!”

You angrily wipe your eyes as the group watches you silently, pity on all their faces. “Sweetheart-”

“No.” you cut your mom’s sentence short, your voice shaky yet strong. You shake your head in disgust, hating that they’re all acting like this when you could’ve been kidnapped tonight. “I’m going to bed, and I swear if any of you disturb me-”

You swallow the lump in your throat, refusing to break down as you turn on your heel, heading straight to the only place you know you’ll feel safe. Opie’s room.

About ten minutes later, you’re wrapped up in his duvet, wearing one of his giant tshirts and a pair of his boxer shorts. His scent is everywhere, and as much as you love it, it’s making it all the more harder to resist him.

Your phone vibrates, you fishing for it under the covers until you find it, a new message notification on the screen.

You alright? X

You smile despite yourself, messaging Opie back and telling him it’s safe to come in. He does so promptly, an apologetic look on his face as he sees your tear stained cheeks. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you whisper, your voice hoarse from shouting. Once he’s shut the door, he makes his way over to you, crouching beside the bed as he moves your hair around your ear, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

“I’m sorry.” he says, pressing his lips lovingly to your forehead. His tone is nothing but genuine, the look in his eyes the same.

“Me too. I didn’t mean to shout.” He shushes you quietly, a smile slipping onto his lips. “Can you come lie with me, please?”

He doesn’t even need to think about it, kicking off his boots and taking off his jeans before he’s crawling in beside you, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you nuzzle into his chest, feeling as if weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Jax knows, by the way.” he mumbles casually, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. You sit up slightly, eyes wide as you wait for him to continue. “He took it surprisingly well.”

“Really?” Hope floods your body. Maybe now you and Opie will be able to act like an actual couple. Well, once people have gotten used to the idea.

“I mean, yeah, he was pissed at first, but once he realised how much I love you, he understood.” Your heart flutters, a warm flush spreading across your face. Neither of you had even thought of the word love, let alone said it aloud, and Opie’s now nervous expression proved that.

Without hesitation, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his own, your hand going to the back of his head as he kisses you back, your skin tingling as if it’s the first time.

“I love you, too.” you say once you pull away, the words easily rolling off your tongue. “Thank you for protecting me today.”

“I’ll always protect you.” You kiss him once more, before relaxing back into his hold and allowing yourself to drift to sleep, safe in the arms of your lover.

A/N - Really didn’t plan on this being so long, but I hope you like it anyway!!! Been going through a bit of writers block so you’ll have to excuse me for the lack of updates, but I’ll keep trying to produce for you guys! See you next time ❤

i love the taakitz date cause im a gay hopeless romantic but i also hate it because pottery doesnt work like that, griffin

tactileintrovertedace  asked:

Alex makes Magnus some pottery but somehow Magnus's room ends up covered in clay...

Okay super duper sorry that this took so long to get out to youuu!!! Also, I hope you don’t mind but I decided to write some headcanons???? Ye…..

• Okay so Alex did something that made Magnus rlly mad

• And that has to be rlly bad bc Magnus doesn’t rlly get mad at ppl

• They aren’t talking

• The floor 19 crew is v worried

• Nobody has any idea what to do Alex decides to take her anger out on her pottery

• She angrily shapes clay and throws pots

• Bc she was so close to finally getting together with Magnus and she ruined it

• She lost his trust

• She throws another pot

• She crumples on the ground, running her hands through her green hair and getting clay pieces stuck in it but she doesn’t care

• Magnus hates her now

• So ye she kinda gets rlly sad bc he felt like a real friend and… at the same time… she wanted something more…

• She wanted to be with him

• But now it was all messed up

• Somehow, as she’s thinking this something starts to form under her hands??

• Idk what maybe a giant tree or something idk

• But when it’s finished

• Wow

• Um

• Okay

• So like she has this amazing piece and somehow she gets it in her mind that she NEEDS to give it to Magnus??? So she spends all this time painting it with glaze and making sure it’s perfect and loses a ton of sleep

• So beep bop boop eventually one day after Magnus already left for breakfast she sneaks into his room

• And she puts the thing somewhere he could see it and has a little apology note or whatever and she feels so embarrassed about it

• But the thing is she hasnt washed up since she was working with the clay

• And she tracked clay bits all offer his room and every surface she touched had a smudge

• And the area around the sculpture/tree was filthy with it considering how much she readjusted it

• But Alex doesn’t have much time to clean it up so she walks out of the room hurriedly and goes back to her own room, waiting anxiously

• Magnus sees it when he walks in and like oh my gods what is this?

• And his room has so much clay bits on it and WAIT….

• He sees the sculpture

• And it’s a magnificent thingy

• And he reads Alex’s note

• And my gods the fact that she did all this….

• Magnus.exe has stopped working

• He goes to her room

• And hugs her

• And then kinda admits maybe it wasn’t that he HATED her exactly he was just… confused…

• And ye

• Okay

Lol these probably suck but I hope you enjoy frien!!!! ❤️️💙❤️️

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Guess who is having the time of their lives in a ceramics class ;-;
There’s going to be an art show soon where I am and sadly the chocolate box doesn’t have enough time to be painted and baked so it will be sown just how it is :,) . I’m pretty happy with the ink well and the bendy face tho! I got to take the bendy face home today so I now have two bendys here! It’s so small compared to my beed bendy ^-^. The coil pot was just kinda an experiment on what I could do with coils.. so.. excuse the mess on that one? And the pinch bowl, or the flower next to the coil pot, was supposed to be two parts, the flower and the ball on the inside but I didn’t want to lose the ball and I was having difficulty with getting it into the furnace so I just kept the ball in the flower as it baked and so now it’s stuck there with the power of clay paint/gloss!

Justin Foley Imagine Part 1: Everyone has their demons

Real Quick : I know this isn’t my usual imagines but I decided to try something a little different to see if you guys would like it or not, if you have any ideas or request for part 2, message me your suggestions. Let me know if you guys are are even interested in a part 2! Also if you guys have any other suggestions for any other character on the show be sure to let me know as well, my inbox is always open! Love you guys XXX

(Story takes place after Hannah’s death)

Justin Foley, so many things could be said about this kid but one thing was for certain he was an asshole or so you thought. You walked through the doors of hell also know as Liberty High School, you made your way to your locker which happened to be 5 down from Justin’s. After putting in your combination and opening your locker, Jessica appeared by Justin’s locker and your curiosity got the best of you so you decided to listen in on their conversation. You hid behind your locker door listening to their argument, you felt bad being nosy but on the other hand it was kinda hard to not listen with them two being so loud in the halls. You were suddenly out pulled from their fighting when a hand grabbed your shoulder. The unexpected action scared you, making you jolt which resulted in your head making contact with the side of your locker. You turned around holding your hand on your head. 

“OW! What do you want?” You said rubbing the tension in your head seeing Clay with a small smirk on his face.

 “Eavesdropping I see, I didn’t think y/n were the type.” Clay said smiling at you.

 “I was just curious.” You said sheepishly.

 "Curiosity killed the cat.“ Clay said adjusting his backpack.

 "Yeah yeah I know.” You said pulling out your books and closing your locker, seeing that Justin and Jessica had already disappeared.

 You looked back at Clay then walked together to communications class. Clay entered first and took his seat right after you took your seat which so happened to be next to Zach Dempsey. Zach gave you a smile and you sent him a quick smile back. You looked around the room eyeing Clay and sending him a small wave so he sent one back. The table shifted a bit which grabbed your attention, you turned back around to see Justin taking his usual spot next to Zach. He jaw was tense and he looked to be in a bad mood, he felt your gaze and he eyes looked over at you, you broke your gaze and faced the front of the class avoiding anymore awkward eye contact. Although you still felt a gaze on you, you decided it be best to keep your eyes forward. Class began shortly after Mrs. Bradley started to explain a project that she was giving us today which involved working with a partner, she began assigning partners. After matching Clay and Zach together, she suddenly looked at you. 

 "And y/n, you and Justin will be partners.“ Said Mrs. Bradley while you swallowed a lump in your throat. 

You turned your head towards Justin’s direction seeing his eyes already on you. The bell rang and you quickly packed your stuff and exited the classroom forgetting about Clay. (Skip to lunch)

 “I can’t believe it Clay, I’m partners with Justin Foley! Ugh just kill me now.” You said while picking at the food in front of you with your fork. 

 “I don’t know y/n, maybe he is not that bad as he seems.” Clay said finishing his sandwich.

 "Yeah right.“ You said looking over at the jock’s table seeing Justin messing around with Bryce and Montgomery. 

You rolled your eyes and continued messing with your food.

 "I’m just saying, try getting to know someone first before judging them.” Clay suggested throwing away his trash. 

You both walked out of the cafeteria together laughing about how Clay didn’t know Tony was gay.

 "I seriously can’t believe you didn’t know.“ You said as you wiped the tears from your eyes from laughing so hard. 

As you guys made it the front doors of the cafeteria you instantly felt eyes on you, you turned your head and saw Justin, you guys both made eye contact for the second time which felt like minutes but was actually a couple of seconds until Clay nudged your shoulder. You broke your stare and walked out with Clay, still thinking about how weird it was that Justin kept staring at you.

Self-Destructive Clay and Protective Tony

So like after Hannah’s suicide and hearing the tapes, Tony knows Clay hasnt necessarily been taking care of himself. And that makes sense, he understands because he had the same problem, believe it or not. Yeah he made sure his appearance was still on point but if he’s honest, his appearance seemed to be the only thing he had control over. Tony’s guilt manifested itself in a strictly more mental way, like how distant he became with Brad, his family, everyone else but Clay.

But after the tapes are released, and having to be under the spotlight at school, having to listen to the gossip and whispers play the background music every second of his life, being looked at with accusation, and later being subpoenaed and having to actually lay out and evaluate himself his relationship with Hannah and everything he didn’t do— Clay just. Clay stops caring. Because now he doesn’t have a mission, he isn’t impassioned by the need to give Hannah justice. He just. He’s burnt out after weeks of running on empty and he just. Does. Not. Care.

And Tony notices. How can he not? Even though Clay has done his best to shut him out, he also has lost motivation to do anything, so sometimes when Tony offers him a ride after school (like he does every single day), Clay accepts. Not defeated or resigned. He just crawls into Tony’s passenger seat and gets lost in the scenery until they reach his home and Clay will wordlessly climb out, lugging his body around like dead weight until Tony’s sure Clay has made it inside.

So Tony inserts himself, coercively into Clay’s life. He’ll invite himself over to hang out even tho they sit in Clay’s room doing nothing but watching videos on Clay’s laptop. Tony tries so hard to start a basic conversation but Clay will only answer in unintelligible mumbles and grunts.

Tony invites Clay to Monet’s, the movies. He’ll walk into Clay’s room now, rifle through his closet and dirty clothes to find Clay a presentable outfit. Tony basically has to start undressing Clay so that Clay will stop him and dress himself.

And Tony starts to make lunch for him and Clay to make sure his scrawny ass actually eats during lunch period.

And then one day, on one of their usual “forced” hangouts, Clay asks Tony for help with his spanish homework.

Clay starts making requests for lunch everyday. To which Tony gives an unimpressed look, “You know im not your personal chef right?” But he totally follows through. And clays expression every time he opens THEIR lunchbox to reveal something homemade and delicious becomes a highlight in Tony’s life.

when Tony comes around, Clays dad lets him know that he is basically a part of the family and that he’s welcome to come in anytime, no doorbell or announcement necessary.

One day when Tony comes over and lets himself in. He had told Clay to be ready coz he was dragging him to a carshow (Clay had groaned and rolled his eyes, but agreed nonetheless) and when he gets to Clays room the door is ajar but instead of making his presence known, Tony stands there as he watches Clay throwing clothes out of his closet, each rejected article tossed aside with an indignant huff.

Then Tony clears his throat and Clay turns around so fast he stumbles on a pile of clothes but still tries to act casual, placing his hands gingerly on his hips, then crossing his arms over his chest, flounders in the air until he finally settles his hands inside his pockets. Clay eyes Tony with a blush and a tight smile, shoulders stiff and too upright.

Tony tries his hardest to pretend he didn’t notice ANY of Clay’s closeted distress (no pun intended) but fails miserably as he stares at the ground with a disgustingly pleased smile on his perfect lips and handsome face.

Tony’s a nice guy though. “You ready Clay?”

Clay likes to wear Tony's jacket

1. Tyler
The first to realize that the jacket is too big is Tyler. He snaps a picture as Clay opens his locker and, as he lowers his camera, states, “That’s kinda big on you.”

Clay barely glanced at him before he shrugged. “Leave me alone, Tyler.” He mutters as he tugs it closer. He shuts his locker and stalks off.

2. Sheri
Next is Sheri. He’s at his locker, once again, when she walks up to him and pulls at the extra leather that hangs past his hands. “Where’d you get this one from?” She chirps.

Clay bites at his lip and looks up. “Oh, uh,” he looks down almost like he’s just realizing what he’s wearing. “I don’t remember, just lying around I guess.” He huffed out a laugh and turns back to his locker.

“Is that.. ” her eyebrows come together slowly as she tilts her head.

“Sorry, my ride is waiting.” Clay mumbles, and walks off.

3. Jeff (bc he deserves better and fuck death)
Jeff doesn’t say anything outright when he sees the jacket, just smiles and eyes the dangling sleeve. Clay can tell he’s staring, but chooses to ignore it. For as long as he can.

He was able to get through about two minutes before he couldn’t pay attention anymore. “Jeff,” he says, looking up from the paper he’s supposed to be editing. “Are you even working on your math?”

Jeff has his eyebrows high that for a moment Clay wonders if they could fly off. “No, actually.” He pokes at the sleeve. “This is Tony’s jacket, isn’t it?”

“It’s fine,” he tosses the paper across the table. “Listen I got to go.”

4. Clay’s mom
He doesn’t even have the jacket on. It’s lying on his bed, just past his feet. She throws the door open with no warning. He hadn’t been doing anything particularly wrong, but it still startled him.

Enough to make him jump. “Mom!” He sits up grasping the jacket in his fist. “Knocks, please!”

“Oh, sorry.” She doesn’t mean it. She focuses on the jacket. “That’s nice. Dinner’s ready.” She keeps her eyes on the jacket and cocks her hip out. “Is that, y'know - ” she tilts her head. “Is that Tony’s jacket?”

Clay yanks the jacket onto his lap. “I’ll be down in minute.”

5. Ryan

Ryan has no shame, not that Clay didn’t already know.

“That’s Tony’s.” he states, bluntly, gesturing toward the jacket. Clay looks down at the jacket and then back at Ryan without a word. “Did he rip it?” Clay makes a face. “Did he fuck it up?”

“No.” Clay responds, confused. He searches Ryan’s face for answers.

"Hm.” Ryan hums. “He didn’t even want me breathing on it.”

1. Tony

"Why do you like my jacket so much?” Tony asks, smiling slyly at Clay. The latter shrugs as he pulls the sleeves over his hands. “Seriously, Clay. I’d like to know.”

Clay turns pink and licks his lips. “It’s warm, I guess.”

Tony smiles, “Sure.” He responds, dismissively, turning his eyes back to the road. “It looks cute on you, though, I got to admit.”

Clay throws his head back, laughing. “Thanks.”

Tony looks at him, “Really! It’s like you’re drowning in it.” He reaches over, letting his hand trail down Clay’s arm and onto his hip. “I really like it.”

"Thank you,” Clay smiles. “I like it, too.”

Clay Jensen, everybody 👏🏼
  • Clay: So, uhm, look, I'm not really sure how this is done, uh, I don't wanna be too formal, although it is the winter formal, I don't know if people actually ask people this, like, in the world, but, uhm, I was just saying... I wonder if you wanna dance?
  • Hannah: *decodes Clays babbling after ages* I would love to dance.
  • Clay: Awesome, ok, cool *throws jacket away* *starts madly jumping around*
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Clony With Sick!Clay and Caring!Tony

Request: Could you do headcanons for sick Clay and Tony taking care of him? I love your blog btw :)

 

A/N: Thank you so much! Sorry for the delay, I hope this is what you were after :)

 

Warnings: Joking mention of death, use of medication

 

Clony With Sick!Clay and Caring!Tony…

  • Clay is the type of person to know when they’re getting sick, and they power through it without doing anything to prevent it

  • Then overnight they have the full blown flu and make it out like they’re dying
  • If it were one of his brothers, this would annoy the shit out of Tony, but when it’s his Clay it breaks his heart

  • You can guarantee his mama had a soup recipe for when he or his siblings were sick, and Tony absolutely makes it for Clay
  • He even feeds it to him, and helps him sip on some water

  • Clay will just whine be entire time though, and Tony falls for it
  • He’ll cuddle up in bed with Clay

  • And give the boy back tickles
  • He’ll even do a Lord Of The Rings marathon with him

  • The hardest part though is Tony trying not to laugh at Clay talking with his blocked nose
  • His voice changes so much and Tony just thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world

  • Clay is down for so many cuddles when he’s sick
  • He’ll literally just lay on Tony and cling to him

  • And when Tony tries to leave he’ll whine and won’t let him
  • Clay will blow his nose once per tissue

  • And Tony will tell him off for it when Clay just throws them on the floor
  • Clay remains in a state of half asleep, half awake

  • And Tony even has to help him shower, because Clay just doesn’t want to do any things for himself
  • Tony will sit with him while he naps

  • And strokes Clays hair
  • And he’ll kiss Clay’s warm forehead gently

  • Tony is also super strict on when it’s time for Clay to take his medication
  • When Clay’s asleep Tony will occupy himself by helping his parents fix things around the house

  • And when Clay wakes up he fake cries until Tony comes back
  • And Tony will wrap them in the blankets like a burrito and softly hum to him while they cuddle away from the cold

 

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Clony moments that ruined me

Tony leaning on Clay and Clay looking down at his hand, at his fingers tho

Tony looking sexy af by the Mustang waiting for Clay, while one of the fuckboys (can’t remember) called Tony Clay’s BOYFRIEND

Their lovers spat dinner.

Tony finding Clay at the park and sitting by him at the cemetery

All the sexual innuendos during the rock climbing scene. Seriously y'all rewatch that scene with your eyes closed

SURE SuRE surE

THat tense moment when they clasp hands in the garage and gaze at each other

Tony fixing Clay’s bike

Tony just sitting down next to the love of his life err Clay

Clay just throwing himself into Tony’s arms on that cliff and the way Tony’s hand slid into Clay’s hair.

anonymous asked:

honestly my favorite clay x tony moment was in the garage, when clay is raging and throws his bike around because it's messing up, and then he gets hurt in doing so. and then tony just silently hands him an ice pack and starts fixing his bike like the total gem he is. and when he's done they sit next to each other in silence. like please! that was so cute, im not over it yet.

That was cute!! There was that one moment (you know the one) where I thought they were gonna kiss.